737 (Prod. By Jiggolo) (Bonus Jiggolo Track) Lyrics

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737 (Prod. By Jiggolo) (Bonus Jiggolo Track) Lyrics by Rick Ross

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(Chorus 2x)  
I'm fresh from my head to feet (to my feet)  
737 get like me (like me)  
So fly but we keep it so street (so street)  
Check my swag yeah do it like me  
  
Verse 1  
Yeah I'm flyer than the best of them  
Fresher than the rest of them  
737 bitch, that's the new testament  
Picture perfect specimen of pimpin' in the flesh  
I make top down music or chrom just to flex a bit  
Debonaire veteran, know your tired of peddlin'  
with petty rappers who say they're trappers with no medicine  
Plus I'm riding better than, half of them who swear by that  
Know that I'm a client but i'm still the player-president  
Lavish is the residence  
Plus I fuck with Meryll-Lynch  
Hotter than a kettle bitch and i got presidence  
Over lames who claim they on some better shit  
Bitch niggaz delicate, been the shit ever since 1983  
80's baby and i'm hellarich, ridin' while i text your bitch  
Tell her she's my favorite, let her suck me out  
She like vanilla berry flavor dick  
Jiggolo I'm heaven sent, niggaz hate to use it  
  
(Chorus 2x)  
  
Verse 2  
Man I'm on the scene with a polo and jeans that's so clean  
You should see the way your bitch neck lean when I'm gleamin'  
Niggaz say they fly but they don't understand the meanin'  
Squadhouse, we been here we not leavin'  
Jiggolo I'm cool but look see these heathens  
That bust a nigga head on sight no more breathin'  
Just give them a reason to click and then clack  
Don't try em they been to jail and they dyin' to go back  
You ain't 737 cause you got a lil' beamer  
Pockets on beast buy you earn a lil' leaner  
Man up a squad pimp you better get your team up  
Flood you like Katrina, you gonna need FEMA  
A great imagination but an even better dreamer  
To think you try to see us, it's best you try to be us  
To go to war you'll probably need Jesus  
Please believe us we will not ease up  
  
(Chorus 2x)  
  
Verse 3  
See I used to be modest about it but they doubters  
So I put it in their face and let them see that i'm about it  
You wanna shine like me but your cues too clouded  
These VVS's got my charms so crowded  
If you could only see all this money that I've counted  
Came a long way from pushin' carts in Thomas County  
Now they crowd around me, tell me I'm that new nigga  
From Phoenix to Mississippi, I'm down to talent nigga  
No need for a hint of febreeze   
my feces is so easy on the nose, it's like berry and roses  
For those of you that's slow, my shit got no odor  
Flip her like yoga, fuck her and then show her  
To the door cause, I'm on a dough hunt  
I'm runnin' circles bout this paper call me dough nuts  
And this is no luck, I'm in the fore front  
Cuz I'm the shit, fuckin' dirty roll the dro up  
  
(Chorus til Close)

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